Ballad Of The Self-loading Pistol
Father, I have come.
To tell you about somethin I done.
Well as the night reared its light head
Into a babys sun,
We rolled down into the town
From where the black throats come.
And you know there was a robbry.
There was a holdup.
Ooh, there was a shootout.
And there was a killin.
And theres blood on my hands.
Today I killed a man.
Well now, sister, you know me well.
And you ask me well, how it was I felt.
Well, she had an appetite for lovin
Only a fadin beauty could posses.
She knew just what she wanted
And she wouldn't take less.
I figured it was a small town.
It was at sundown.
It was just a small crowd of people around.
Oh! but he wouldnt put his guns down.
No, he wouldn't put his guns down.
Oh, he wouldn't put his guns down.
Now his bloods on my hands.
Today I killed a man.
And, papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot.
Well, that song a bullet sings as she whistles.
And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol.
Well now, father. I have come.
To tell you about somethin I done.
He had a widow, runnin through town screamin.
He had a brother, and his tears were streamin.
Now I'm movin on the border
With a rifle on my shoulder.
cuz, daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot.
The love song a bullet sings as she whistles.
And showed me the glory of the self-loading pistol.
And I just come to tell ya,
That it don't hurt no more.
No, it don't hurt no more,
cuz your son, hes an outlaw.
Oh, your son, hes an outlaw.
Yes, your son, hes an outlaw.
Oh, your son, hes an outlaw.
Now, your son, hes an outlaw.
Oh, your son, hes an outlaw.
And this blood feels good on my hands.
Today I killed a man
Balada de la pistola de carga automática
Padre, he venido
Para contarte algo que hice
Así como la noche crió su luz cabeza
En un sol de bebé
Nos rodamos por la ciudad
De donde vienen las gargantas negras
Y sabes que hubo un robo
Hubo un atraco
Ooh, hubo un tiroteo
Y hubo un asesino
Y hay sangre en mis manos
Hoy maté a un hombre
Bueno, hermana, me conoces bien
Y me preguntas bien, cómo me sentí
Bueno, ella tenía apetito por el amor
Sólo una belleza fadin podría poseer
Ella sabía exactamente lo que quería
Y ella no aceptaría menos
Pensé que era un pueblo pequeño
Fue al anochecer
Era sólo una pequeña multitud de gente alrededor
¡Oh! pero no bajaría sus armas
No, él no bajaba sus armas
Oh, él no bajaba sus armas
Ahora su sangre en mis manos
Hoy maté a un hombre
Y, papá, me mostraste la belleza del perdigón
Bueno, esa canción que canta una bala mientras silba
Y me mostró la historia de la pistola de carga automática
Bueno, padre. He venido
Para contarte algo que hice
Tenía una viuda, corriendo por la ciudad gritando
Tenía un hermano, y sus lágrimas eran corrientes
Ahora me mudaré en la frontera
Con un rifle en mi hombro
Porque, papá, me enseñaste la belleza del perdigón
La canción de amor que canta una bala mientras silba
Y me mostró la gloria de la pistola de carga automática
Y sólo vengo a decirte
Que ya no duele
No, ya no duele
Porque tu hijo, es un forajido
Oh, su hijo, es un forajido
Sí, su hijo, es un forajido
Oh, su hijo, es un forajido
Ahora, su hijo, es un forajido
Oh, su hijo, es un forajido
Y esta sangre se siente bien en mis manos
Hoy maté a un hombre